You're Right" Was My Revenge

Chapter 2

Only 3 days after I broke off the engagement, our entire social circle erupted in gossip.

The Mercer family needed to conceal the panic caused by the collapse of the Southgate project's financing, and they also wanted to save face. They quickly announced Julian and Chloe's engagement.

The news gave every socialite another reason to laugh at me, and Chloe couldn't wait to flaunt her victory in my face.

One afternoon, I had just finished two investment meetings and was too tired to speak. As I left Bennett Group, I found a red sports car parked at the entrance.

Chloe stood directly in my path in towering heels and a couture outfit from the current season. The moment she saw me, she hurried over and shoved a gold-embossed invitation into my hands.

"Natalie, Julian insisted that I deliver this personally. He says I give him the emotional support he needs. I'm gentle, and I'm not domineering the way you are. Men work hard enough outside the home. When they come back, they want someone warm and considerate waiting for them. Don't blame me, Natalie. Love doesn't care who came first."

She covered her mouth with one hand and giggled, her eyes gleaming with triumph.

I glanced down at the invitation, which reeked of artificial fragrance, and agreed with complete sincerity.

"Exactly. With your limited abilities, becoming someone's emotional support system is your only path into a higher social class. I should learn from your talent for making parasitism sound so refined."

Chloe's smile vanished. With a shriek, she lunged at me.

"You b***h! I'll tear your mouth apart!"

She reached for my hair, but the security guard at the entrance reacted instantly and blocked her.

"What do you think you're doing? This is Bennett Group property, not a place for you to cause a scene!"

He shoved her back without ceremony. Chloe lost her balance and landed hard on the pavement while one of her towering heels twisted sideways. She scrambled to her feet in utter humiliation and pointed at me, her eyes red.

"You'll pay for this, Natalie! You're nothing but an abandoned woman no man wants!"

I waved for the guard to escort her away.

"Exactly. This abandoned woman needs to get back upstairs and earn tens of millions of dollars in profit. You should hurry home and provide Mr. Mercer with emotional support before he can no longer afford to rent that sports car."

The guard half escorted and half dragged Chloe away. Less than 30 minutes later, messages began flooding the socialites' group chat.

Chloe had posted a long, melodramatic account of the incident, accompanied by a heavily filtered photograph of the scrape on her knee. She accused me of losing my mind over unrequited love and assaulting her in the street. According to her, jealousy had driven me insane because she was marrying into the Mercer family.

She tagged me over and over.

Chloe: Natalie, I know you're hurting, but you can't take your anger out on me. Julian loves me. Even if you beat me to death, he still won't look at you.

The socialites rushed to take sides.

A: Oh my God, Natalie has no class at all.

B: Exactly. Even if the deal fell through, she should have parted on decent terms. How could she attack someone in public?

C: The shock must have driven her crazy.

I sat in my office and watched the messages scroll across my phone without the slightest urge to reply.

Those people were so absorbed in their tiny circle that none of them knew the Mercer family was approaching bankruptcy. I muted the group chat, tossed my phone aside, and returned to the financial reports on my desk.

Reading another page about Bennett Group's withdrawal from the Southgate project was a far better use of my time than arguing with fools.